Stronger than
swords and arrows and the burningstake and the rain
of stones and the wild beastsin the arena, their
faith opened the skyto their eyes and
revealed to their heartsthe abyss of divine
graceof which they were
the witnesses. Alas,in front of what
abyssof cruelty in man!

Only one color,
yellow, linked conquerorsand conquered. These
worshipped the Sun,marvellous source of
life - the others gold,source of death, and
ferociously they dealt itto that innocent,
trustful population,to steal its
treasures. If they had, at least,in such annals of
murder,never mentioned
God's name!

A shifting
frontier, marked with slaughterfrom sea to sea - To
the great nationat last united, the
other nations bow.But an accusing work
gnaws at its roots,ever, implacably,
because of the powerthat was founded on
slaughter.

To migrate by
compulsion, driven in herds, like animals, to unknown
sufferings; then to be receivedby some huge pit, or
barely by the air,reduced to smoke:
even this has been seenand carried in the
space by our planetbecome a 'lager' and
a hearse.

Why should a peony
feel inferiorfor being purple,
crocus for being yello?And why should the
dark velvet of an irisbe less praised than
the ivoryof a magnolia? What
he understandseffortlessly about
flowers, may we learnabout ourselves, at
last!

For the dream he had
dreamt, they killed him.but could not kill
the dream. Even more holyit is made byhis
blood and even louderis now the call of
his way.Let us walk
together, to make the dream come true!